No letter between the February 20th and the March 15th letters... seems like an awful long time not to 'visit' with his parents.
Sixth Avenue is his home in Troy, NY.
I have no idea who Hugh Rankin is or what he is doing in Paris.
Herb explains his situation to his parents here, which is nice to understand better. He is in Prouilly, I believe. He passed through Charters, Le Mans, Saint Martin d'Ablois, Meaux, Fort Vanves, and Versailles, on the way here.
Herb's Ambulance group is attached to the French 71st Division. I should do some research on them, shouldn't I?
What is up with Harry? Funny to read all this and then think of what I know about Harry as a man - which isn't much, but still. To hear about what a tough time he was having as a young man is funny.
I wonder what he knows about the Japanese.... and I didn't know he read French.
March 15 (1918)
Dear Mother,
This finds my travelling around finished for a while at least. We made our trip by automobile from our first camp to this place very safely. I saw quite a bit of French country on the way but I’d be willing [sic] trade it all for a look up Sixth Ave. We were located outside Paris for several days and though I wanted very much to go see that Pal of Hugh Rankin’s I couldn’t make it.
We are now in a small French village just back of the lines on what is at present at least a fairly quiet section of front. All our work from now on is of course with the French Army. At present the French Division to which Section 580 is attached is ‘en repos’ as they call it – resting. When it goes up to the Front we will move up nearer too, though we will of course be back of the lines a bit.
Had my first letter a few days ago and I surely was glad to see Dad’s familiar handwriting. It’s rotten luck about Harry but the only thing is of course for him to quit it. However don’t let him worry about it. I of course don’t know anything about this Bissell school but it would be well to make inquiries first – after the other unavoidable fiasco. At any rate don’t hesitate to call my resources. They’re yours. I had just gotten down to hard pan when the Q.M. came across with some money for us. We are paid now in francs and since the franc has depreciated in New York a month’s salary is (or looks to be) larger than before.
The place we now have was formerly filled by an old American Field Ambulance Section now in the U.S.A.A.S. they started back to a rest camp as we moved up so we passed them on the road. Someone yelled :Hello Herb” and there was Herb Blake passing in a car. We both stopped and shook hands + chatted for a moment. I hardly knew him – he looked like a tramp but good and healthy. He said young Lavin from the “burgh” was in the section, too, but I didn’t see him. It was a former “Syracuse” section but I’ve been away so long that I didn’t know any of them.
I haven’t heard from Karolyn yet but have hopes. Now that we have a definite stopping point the mail comes more frequently and I expect it will be fairly regular from now on.
As for my health – well there’s nothing to worry about in that. I’m getting so disgracefully fat that I’ve had to request a new uniform because the same uniform that I wore home Christmas can’t be persuaded to button around me now. I must have gained more than ten pounds since New Years.
Spring is going to be here soon. Already the days are much warmer and overcoats have been abandoned.
I’ve just one request to make. Once a week or so I wish you’d send me a New York paper and perhaps the “Post”. Now that we’re with the French, reading matter is scarce as hen’s teeth, and I’m certain you must know more about the war than I though I’m only about ten miles away from it. I read the French papers now and again but there’s little news in them. I’d certainly like to get the inside dope on this Japanese scheme.
As ever,
Your affectionate son,
Herb
Happy Halloween, dear readers.
Friday, October 31, 2014
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Still in a French Camp
I am glad the Army has issued Herb some good boots - he no longer needs to wear the rubbers his mother made him buy.
And helpful to hear about the censor - makes the lack of news more understandable.
February 20, 1918
Dear Mother,
Everything is about as usual. I’m still in the first French camp we came to, though I’m in hopes that we may move to one of the larger camps before very long. I’ve been in the best of health so far and I’ve enough work to do to keep me out of mischief. There has been one mail delivery for us so far. I was a bit disappointed not to have drawn anything but it wasn’t a large mail so we couldn’t all be lucky. It was all stuff that had been forwarded from Allentown, any way – no A.E.I. stuff.
Gosh, I’d give a lot to see an up-to-date New York Times or Sun. The papers around here are a joke. Most of them are one sheet affairs with a column or so of current news pretty well camouflaged and the rest such junk as one finds on the woman’s page or in a ‘hick’ weekly – jokes, etc.
I’m tramping around now in a pair of the heaviest hob-nailed shoes one ever saw – unless it be on a German soldier. They’re fine, though, I find – easy on the feet and the heavy oiled leather keeps out the damp.
I don’t know just how they figured the seasons around here but home we’d call it Spring, I guess.The days are fine sunny and fairly warm – the nights cool and rather damp. Since the first two or three days of our stay here it has rained only a couple of times. I’m afraid this letter can’t be stretched any further. The censorship rules are certainly strict – and lengthy. They could be made shorter by mentioning the things one can write of instead of the things one can’t.
My best love to you all and regards to anyone who may ask for me.
Your affectionate son,
Herb.
And helpful to hear about the censor - makes the lack of news more understandable.
February 20, 1918
Dear Mother,
Everything is about as usual. I’m still in the first French camp we came to, though I’m in hopes that we may move to one of the larger camps before very long. I’ve been in the best of health so far and I’ve enough work to do to keep me out of mischief. There has been one mail delivery for us so far. I was a bit disappointed not to have drawn anything but it wasn’t a large mail so we couldn’t all be lucky. It was all stuff that had been forwarded from Allentown, any way – no A.E.I. stuff.
Gosh, I’d give a lot to see an up-to-date New York Times or Sun. The papers around here are a joke. Most of them are one sheet affairs with a column or so of current news pretty well camouflaged and the rest such junk as one finds on the woman’s page or in a ‘hick’ weekly – jokes, etc.
I’m tramping around now in a pair of the heaviest hob-nailed shoes one ever saw – unless it be on a German soldier. They’re fine, though, I find – easy on the feet and the heavy oiled leather keeps out the damp.
I don’t know just how they figured the seasons around here but home we’d call it Spring, I guess.The days are fine sunny and fairly warm – the nights cool and rather damp. Since the first two or three days of our stay here it has rained only a couple of times. I’m afraid this letter can’t be stretched any further. The censorship rules are certainly strict – and lengthy. They could be made shorter by mentioning the things one can write of instead of the things one can’t.
My best love to you all and regards to anyone who may ask for me.
Your affectionate son,
Herb.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Shedding pounds with a high-fat diet
From the September 19th issue of The Week Magazine...
This is also the Primal Blueprint thought, too. Cut out the legumes and processed carbs. We should be eating all the veggies we want. I now eat coconut oil, butter, and bacon fat. I do my best to have all grass fed beef and butter. My cholesterol isn't low by any means, but the good cholesterol is really high and the bad cholesterol is pretty low. So, I am pleased.
Can you lose weight with a diet that places no restrictions on your fat intake? Those who swear by the Atkins plan and other low-carbohydrate regimes have long insisted you can—and new research backs them up, reports The New York Times. In a study funded by the National Institutes of Health, a racially diverse group of 148 obese men and women were given diets to follow. Half were put on low-fat regimes, which limited their total fat intake to less than 30 percent of their daily calories, while the other half followed low-carb diets that involved eating mostly protein and fat. Neither group was given calorie limits. Over the course of a year, those on the low-carb diet lost around 8 pounds more than the low-fat group, shed more body fat, and showed greater improvements in cholesterol levels and other measures of cardiovascular health. Those on the low-fat diet did lose weight, but most of it was muscle, not fat. “This is one of the first long-term trials that’s given these diets without calorie restrictions,” says Dariush Mozaffarian, a cardiologist at Tufts University who was not involved in the study. “It shows that in a free-living setting, cutting your carbs helps you lose weight without focusing on calories.”
This is also the Primal Blueprint thought, too. Cut out the legumes and processed carbs. We should be eating all the veggies we want. I now eat coconut oil, butter, and bacon fat. I do my best to have all grass fed beef and butter. My cholesterol isn't low by any means, but the good cholesterol is really high and the bad cholesterol is pretty low. So, I am pleased.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Attaching to the French Army
The censor starts in Europe.... now Herb spends even more time talking about his health and the weather. A shame we can't hear more about the towns and countryside where he is. The reports will begin to have some of that information.
Looking at the list of places where Herb camped during his tenure with the Ambulance Corps, I see that he was in Winchester, England from 1/24/1918 to 2/3/1918.
For 2 days in February he is at a rest camp in Le Havre, France, then off to 'Base Section 1' in St. Nazaire Mecanie for a few weeks. He is in St. Nazaire as he writes this letter. The town in on the west coast of France just outside of Nantes, below Quimper, where the wonderful ceramic comes from. Looks like it took them 2 days to get from Le Havre to St. Nazaire.
Mother knows best... making him buy 'rubbers' to keep his feet dry. On that subject, Trench Foot is associated with World War 1, right? Below is a picture I think I have already shown - but here he is in rain gear... much later in time, but I thought I would show this picture of Herb.
February 10th (1918)
Dear Mother,
I hope that my sea journeys are over until the war is done with and I can come home. I am at last in France. The journeys have been a bit trying but so far I’ve no slightest thing to complain of. The food is good. I get plenty of sleep and not too much work and altogether I’m pretty fit. I wish I could tell you all about my wanderings – it would, I think, make an interesting story – but that will have to wait until I shall see you. And that would be so very long. The further I go and the more I see the more I am convinced that the war can’t last much longer – even from a military stand point.
The weather here = well you wouldn’t believe it. There are two varieties – horribly rainy sloppy days and very bright warm clear ones when an overcoat is a burden. Today there are several ball games in progress and everything reminds one of May in New York. The wet days, though, are bad. I’ve certainly thanked my lucky stars for those rubbers you made me get. I should have had continual wet feet without them. We are to be issued rubber boots that come way up to the waist but the Quartermaster Department is rushed to death, so they say, and we’ll probably not get them for a week or so. We’ll also receive two pairs of heavy ‘trench’ shoes something like British shoes with hobnailed soles and heels and a dinky little fore and aft cap.
This is strictly an American camp, so I have no opportunity to talk to any French soldiers as I had to the Tommies. Those Tommies, by the way, are a fine bunch. The Scotch take the polur (?). after having talked to them I can readily believe the stories of how the Germans fear them. They speak convincingly of it’s being over by June. I hope they’re true prophets.
Don’t bother about sending any tobacco. There are American Y.M.C.A’s in every camp where Americans are located and one can buy American tobacco at American prices, or cheaper.
Everyone now is looking forward to the first mail day. I expect it will be soon.
I’ve another address now because the Ambulance Service is attached to the French Army. It is this
1 Private Charles H. Lee
2 S.S.U. 580
3 Convois Automobile
4 B.M.C. – A.E.F. France
The second line stands for Sanitary Section Unit 580. The third means automobile train and the fourth Central Military Bureau – Amex Forces.
Your affectionate son,
Herb
Looking at the list of places where Herb camped during his tenure with the Ambulance Corps, I see that he was in Winchester, England from 1/24/1918 to 2/3/1918.
For 2 days in February he is at a rest camp in Le Havre, France, then off to 'Base Section 1' in St. Nazaire Mecanie for a few weeks. He is in St. Nazaire as he writes this letter. The town in on the west coast of France just outside of Nantes, below Quimper, where the wonderful ceramic comes from. Looks like it took them 2 days to get from Le Havre to St. Nazaire.
Mother knows best... making him buy 'rubbers' to keep his feet dry. On that subject, Trench Foot is associated with World War 1, right? Below is a picture I think I have already shown - but here he is in rain gear... much later in time, but I thought I would show this picture of Herb.
February 10th (1918)
Dear Mother,
I hope that my sea journeys are over until the war is done with and I can come home. I am at last in France. The journeys have been a bit trying but so far I’ve no slightest thing to complain of. The food is good. I get plenty of sleep and not too much work and altogether I’m pretty fit. I wish I could tell you all about my wanderings – it would, I think, make an interesting story – but that will have to wait until I shall see you. And that would be so very long. The further I go and the more I see the more I am convinced that the war can’t last much longer – even from a military stand point.
The weather here = well you wouldn’t believe it. There are two varieties – horribly rainy sloppy days and very bright warm clear ones when an overcoat is a burden. Today there are several ball games in progress and everything reminds one of May in New York. The wet days, though, are bad. I’ve certainly thanked my lucky stars for those rubbers you made me get. I should have had continual wet feet without them. We are to be issued rubber boots that come way up to the waist but the Quartermaster Department is rushed to death, so they say, and we’ll probably not get them for a week or so. We’ll also receive two pairs of heavy ‘trench’ shoes something like British shoes with hobnailed soles and heels and a dinky little fore and aft cap.
This is strictly an American camp, so I have no opportunity to talk to any French soldiers as I had to the Tommies. Those Tommies, by the way, are a fine bunch. The Scotch take the polur (?). after having talked to them I can readily believe the stories of how the Germans fear them. They speak convincingly of it’s being over by June. I hope they’re true prophets.
Don’t bother about sending any tobacco. There are American Y.M.C.A’s in every camp where Americans are located and one can buy American tobacco at American prices, or cheaper.
Everyone now is looking forward to the first mail day. I expect it will be soon.
I’ve another address now because the Ambulance Service is attached to the French Army. It is this
1 Private Charles H. Lee
2 S.S.U. 580
3 Convois Automobile
4 B.M.C. – A.E.F. France
The second line stands for Sanitary Section Unit 580. The third means automobile train and the fourth Central Military Bureau – Amex Forces.
Your affectionate son,
Herb
Monday, October 27, 2014
Meatless Mondays in Texas
I found this little tidbit in September 19th edition of The Week Magazine.
It reminds me of a story I was told by a friend who works at the USDA. She indicated that there was a movement afoot to make the USDA meatless on Mondays too, but the Cattle Ranches put the kibosh on that saying it was against them. BUT, we forget that the USDA is also supposed to represent vegetable farmers, too... so what was the problem? Evidence of the strength of certain groups on our government....
It seems the cattle ranchers are eager for us to eat meat in spite of the fact that if we were to cut some out it would be cheaper - as I indicated here. Again, planting a garden is like printing money. I love that idea!
I have also already posted on the subject of the effects of raising beef on our planet here.
A Texas elementary school’s decision to offer “meatless Mondays” in the cafeteria has outraged the state’s agricultural commissioner. Todd Staples blamed the meatless menu on an “activist movement that seeks to eliminate meat from Americans’ diets seven days a week.’’ School officials said kids who wanted meat on Mondays could bring their own lunch.
It reminds me of a story I was told by a friend who works at the USDA. She indicated that there was a movement afoot to make the USDA meatless on Mondays too, but the Cattle Ranches put the kibosh on that saying it was against them. BUT, we forget that the USDA is also supposed to represent vegetable farmers, too... so what was the problem? Evidence of the strength of certain groups on our government....
It seems the cattle ranchers are eager for us to eat meat in spite of the fact that if we were to cut some out it would be cheaper - as I indicated here. Again, planting a garden is like printing money. I love that idea!
I have also already posted on the subject of the effects of raising beef on our planet here.
Sunday, October 26, 2014
ChoLon Asian Bistro in Denver
Superlative!
I thought the food was terrific. And I would even return just for the two desserts I tasted.
The surfaces in the restaurant are hard, so it is noisy. The atmosphere is brick, stainless steel and stone.
The menu is very limited, but as was suggested by one of my fellow diners, that usually means everything will be fabulous - which was an accurate call.
Scallops - delicious.
Rib eye skewers - tender.
Prawns with garlic buns - wasn't my favorite, but should have been.
Brussell Sprouts with pork and mint - to die for.
Kaya toast - I have never had anything so yummy.
Potstickers - typical, but also a pleasure.
Pork chop - it was fine, though other's thought it was out of this world.
Hong Kong Ice Cream Cake & Doughnuts - THE BEST.
Looking at the menu, it appears that they tweak things periodically - as we had pumpkin in our doughnut dessert which does not appear on the 'typical' menu.
Interesting story about the chef which can be found here.
I thought the food was terrific. And I would even return just for the two desserts I tasted.
The surfaces in the restaurant are hard, so it is noisy. The atmosphere is brick, stainless steel and stone.
The menu is very limited, but as was suggested by one of my fellow diners, that usually means everything will be fabulous - which was an accurate call.
Scallops - delicious.
Rib eye skewers - tender.
Prawns with garlic buns - wasn't my favorite, but should have been.
Brussell Sprouts with pork and mint - to die for.
Kaya toast - I have never had anything so yummy.
Potstickers - typical, but also a pleasure.
Pork chop - it was fine, though other's thought it was out of this world.
Hong Kong Ice Cream Cake & Doughnuts - THE BEST.
Looking at the menu, it appears that they tweak things periodically - as we had pumpkin in our doughnut dessert which does not appear on the 'typical' menu.
Interesting story about the chef which can be found here.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Hanging in England
What was that tip Jack Hawkinson gave Harry?
Herb's first trip to Europe. Probably the first time a Lee has been back in Europe since the first Lee arrived in America - of my line, that is, for there certainly are other, older branches of Lees in America. From what I can tell, the first Lee who came to the US was born in 1770. I don't know when he arrived or how - though I am pretty certain he arrived in the port of New York. On Herb's maternal line, though, I have learned that a grandfather that arrived in the early or mid-1800's arrived from Northern Ireland. I think Herb has mentioned this grandfather, as he served two terms in the Civil War. This grandfather, Thomas Wright, was mentioned when Herb was discussing his desire to enlist back in April. And here we find him, in the Army and in Europe. I wonder if Herb ever went to Northern Ireland.
I started reading A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway - he was an Ambulance Driver in Italy during the same period of time. Interesting to imagine Herb's experiences as I read the fictional account of Hemingway's experiences.
As he alludes to below, Herb can't say the name of the town where he is because the Censors won't allow it, not because he doesn't know. Due to those same Censors, Herb will begin to talk a lot about his health and the food. A shame, really, but of course no one can run the risk of the enemy finding out anything through an errant letter home.
January 30, 1918
Dear Mother,
To date we’re in the same place, “resting”. So far I’ve certainly nothing to complain of. We’re settled down into the way of living here, and it isn’t so bad at all. Once or twice a day we have four- to six mile hikes to keep us limbered up. Usually they take us to the nearest village – whose name I can’t tell you – and allow us to visit the sites of interest. So far I have seen a cathedral, a castle and a college, all of them more than 600 years old. They’re really marvelous things to see. The town is rather a small place and very old and quaint. It has a hospital for men wounded in France and lots of them are usually lounging around the streets in their light blue uniforms. I don’t know, of course, how much longer we may be here, but at any rate I’m not complaining.
The food continues [sic] good. There is practically no variety – much less even than the American ration – but the quality and cooking are better, I think. The weather is just like April at home – cool at night but quite warm at mid-day. At that it hasn’t once been cold enough to make ice. Lots of young boys and old men (they’re there are practically no young or middle aged active men not in the army) in the town go about in straw hats – and low shoes appear to be worn by everyone. One dinky little stove is enough to heat the barracks that accommodates 40 men.
I’d give a lot to see an American paper every day. The best London papers nowadays only contain four pages so you can imagine there can’t [sic] a great deal in them. The tone of all of them, however, is very encouraging regarding peace. I hope they’re right. At any rate, internal trouble is surely spreading in Germany and there is reason to believe that the peoples demand for peace can’t be put off much longer.
When you write be sure to tell me how Harry made out on that tip Jack Hawkinson gave him.
Affectionately,
Herb
Herb's first trip to Europe. Probably the first time a Lee has been back in Europe since the first Lee arrived in America - of my line, that is, for there certainly are other, older branches of Lees in America. From what I can tell, the first Lee who came to the US was born in 1770. I don't know when he arrived or how - though I am pretty certain he arrived in the port of New York. On Herb's maternal line, though, I have learned that a grandfather that arrived in the early or mid-1800's arrived from Northern Ireland. I think Herb has mentioned this grandfather, as he served two terms in the Civil War. This grandfather, Thomas Wright, was mentioned when Herb was discussing his desire to enlist back in April. And here we find him, in the Army and in Europe. I wonder if Herb ever went to Northern Ireland.
I started reading A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway - he was an Ambulance Driver in Italy during the same period of time. Interesting to imagine Herb's experiences as I read the fictional account of Hemingway's experiences.
As he alludes to below, Herb can't say the name of the town where he is because the Censors won't allow it, not because he doesn't know. Due to those same Censors, Herb will begin to talk a lot about his health and the food. A shame, really, but of course no one can run the risk of the enemy finding out anything through an errant letter home.
January 30, 1918
Dear Mother,
To date we’re in the same place, “resting”. So far I’ve certainly nothing to complain of. We’re settled down into the way of living here, and it isn’t so bad at all. Once or twice a day we have four- to six mile hikes to keep us limbered up. Usually they take us to the nearest village – whose name I can’t tell you – and allow us to visit the sites of interest. So far I have seen a cathedral, a castle and a college, all of them more than 600 years old. They’re really marvelous things to see. The town is rather a small place and very old and quaint. It has a hospital for men wounded in France and lots of them are usually lounging around the streets in their light blue uniforms. I don’t know, of course, how much longer we may be here, but at any rate I’m not complaining.
The food continues [sic] good. There is practically no variety – much less even than the American ration – but the quality and cooking are better, I think. The weather is just like April at home – cool at night but quite warm at mid-day. At that it hasn’t once been cold enough to make ice. Lots of young boys and old men (they’re there are practically no young or middle aged active men not in the army) in the town go about in straw hats – and low shoes appear to be worn by everyone. One dinky little stove is enough to heat the barracks that accommodates 40 men.
I’d give a lot to see an American paper every day. The best London papers nowadays only contain four pages so you can imagine there can’t [sic] a great deal in them. The tone of all of them, however, is very encouraging regarding peace. I hope they’re right. At any rate, internal trouble is surely spreading in Germany and there is reason to believe that the peoples demand for peace can’t be put off much longer.
When you write be sure to tell me how Harry made out on that tip Jack Hawkinson gave him.
Affectionately,
Herb
Friday, October 24, 2014
Cablegram
Dang - who is Karolyn? I mean, clearly his mother has some sort of relationship with her. Some day I will have to see if I can find something with nurses named Karolyn at Bridgeport in 1917.
Western Union Cablegram
Received at 73NY RB 18
Winchester Jan 27 1918
EFM Oliver Lee 50
93 Sixth Ave Troy (NY)
ARRIVED ALL RIGHT ADDRESS AS FORMERLY GIVEN TELL KAROLYN
CHARLES LEE
410 PM
Western Union Cablegram
Received at 73NY RB 18
Winchester Jan 27 1918
EFM Oliver Lee 50
93 Sixth Ave Troy (NY)
ARRIVED ALL RIGHT ADDRESS AS FORMERLY GIVEN TELL KAROLYN
CHARLES LEE
410 PM
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Artisanal Bugs
I am still not ready to eat bugs for my protein source, but perhaps others are. I wouldn't be enticed to invest with this Brooklyn startup if asked... I have mentioned other folks pushing insects as a food source here.
I found this tidbit in my favorite magazine - The Week - from their September 19th edition.
Artisanal bugs, after a Brooklyn startup called Exo began selling high-protein snack bars made from ground-up crickets, touting “the nutritional and environmental benefits of consuming insects.”
I found this tidbit in my favorite magazine - The Week - from their September 19th edition.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Food and Tobacco now that Herb's in Europe
January 26, 1918
Dear Mother,
Don’t expect much real news in this paper because we aren’t allowed to say anything “that might be information for the enemy.” I am in England, at a rest camp for American troops not far I judge from where Tom is, or was. I’m not allowed to say when I arrived here or when I’ll leave, though I don’t know the latter any way. Yesterday I called you to let you know I’m all right because the mails are slow and uncertain. I asked you to tell Karolyn because I knew you could find her address readily and cablegrams cost too much to send two.
We had a very uneventful trip across, being well convoyed. It wasn’t very rough so I wasn’t seasick, but the food was awful. Here, where I am now, the food is really good. There is quite a camp – I never saw so many soldiers in my life. The English treat us well and seem glad to have us around. My address is what I told you before – exactly like this
Private Charles H. Lee
Section 580, U.S.A. Amb. Service
American Expeditionary Forces,
Via New York
I have only one complaint to make – foreign tobacco is awful to me – and the price is staggering. I wish you’d send me some Serene Mixture and some Lucky Strike Cigarettes not very many – a couple of dollars’ worth so if they get lost it won’t be so bad. By that time I probably won’t be here, but I have a supply and my address is the same wherever I may be.
The scarcest thing in England seems to be newspapers. I haven’t heard any news since I left the U.S. except rumors of a popular revolt in Austria. I hope there’s something in it. The U.S.A. looks awfully good after you leave it.
Please try not to worry, Mother. I’m taking as good care of myself as possible and spite [sic] of that voyage and all I feel pretty fit. To the best of my ability I’ll keep you posted as to my condition at all times, but it may not be very often. This is the first letter I’ve been able to write so far.
With love to all,
Your affectionate son,
Herbert
Tell Chas I’ve gone, please. I’ll try to write him later.
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